I shuffle, scuff, and stumble into each and every room
but no one seems to notice since they’re all obscurely tuned
to a joke of sorts set way up high in every single home
“There’s a cold front coming from Canada; looks like we’ll be in the teens”
it’s the millionth time I’ve heard this when I start to get what it means:
you’re never getting out of here
and you watch too much T.V.